I should stop posting this frequently
I really should.
Anyway. Right now my hair is covered with a plastic bag. That's because my sister got louses (these flea-like things that stay on people's hair and make the scalp itch - we certainly have them here, but I don't know if the name's right or if they are this usual in other countries), and I had the treatment done, too, just in case. And it involves a plastic bag on your head, to prevent the insects from breathing clean air.
....WTF AM I WRITING?? D:
Okay, here's the real thing. My fanfiction muse has struck! I'm writing:
-Chap 2 of Our Story
-A random HP oneshot inspired by a wonderful piece of fanart
-MY ENTRY FOR SHATTEREDLYRE'S CONTEST!
:D :D :D
And because I'm so nice, I'll let you read a bit of the contest entry, which is, DUH, a HoroTam and takes place some time after the end of the manga, when they are... I'd say... more or less twenty. Well, she's about 19, he's about 21-22. In other words, it's FUNBARI NO UTA TIME! Cute little Hana, bits of Anna and Yoh and Lyserg as the guest star, because I really like him. Oh, and mentioned or implied LysergJeanne and RenPirika.
Come to think of it... Here:
Title: (um... not decided yet)
Rating: T
Summary: It's the story of boy meets girl...again. Inspired by [500] days of Summer, for ShatteredLyre's contest. Horo/Tamao, co-starring a very matchmaking Lyserg and 6-year-old Hana who thinks he's a chicken.
Excerpt:
"You like Tamao-san"
It was a statement, not a question. Horohoro turned to look startled at Lyserg, who was still reading - or pretending to read - the paper. Confused, he opened his mouth but no sound came out. Lyserg looked up.
"You rub your nape when she gets angry, or irritated, or sometimes, just when she talks to you. Sign of nervousness."
Lyserg turned a page in the paper.
"You actually try to irritate her. And then you compliment her cooking. Trying to get her attention."
He looked up, to check if he had the attention of the object of his remarks. He found it blushing.
"You are blushing. Right now."
A pause.
"I should better not mention staring. Or hanging around her all the time, or bathing more than usually."
Horohoro snapped at that.
"Are you implying that I don't bath frequently enough usually?"
"See? You said usually. You subconciously admit that I'm right!"
Horo let out an inarticulate cry.
"Good work, Holmes. And what if I do like the girl? Does that matter?"
"The girl? What girl?" Lyserg smiled innocently.
"...T-Tamao." He was already red as a tomato, so he didn't appear to blush more, but the tone of his voice was slightly different. A tad more ...mature, maybe.
"Good. No, it doesn't matter."
Lyserg patted Horohoro on the shoulder, folded the newspaper and took his cape.
"Face it, Horo-kun. You like her."
YES I KNOW IT'S SMALL! But... oh wait, no buts. IT'S A SURPRISE!
PS.: If anyone's interested, formspring account here.